He had one too many rum-and-cokes.
So, he stumbled out of the bar.
The frogs watched him and let out their croaks.
He knew he had to walk very far.
An hour before he would reach his home.
It would be best to keep good pace.
One should not try to ramble or roam.
For he must try to reach his place.
He wandered past the lazy river.
The water sparkled like gemstones.
He knew the river was no giver.
It would wash the flesh from his bones.
Why so paranoid about water?
There seemed no reason to be scared.
The river made his brain get hotter.
Trouble would be made if he dared.
"You can't tempt me you devil woman!"
He shouted down at the old stream.
To his surprise; No response given.
The water simply maintained a gleam.
His outburst brought attention to him.
People whispered and walked away.
He seemed a crazy man, a victim.
The night would not yet turn to day.
He turned and started to continue.
Then, he turned back in total shock.
He was sure the river spoke; It's true!
It said things to tease and to mock.
"Call me soft, will you?" he was yelling.
He approached it and gave a kick.
He fell screaming, clawing, and fighting.
He never escaped from the trick.
